Kiasha

You're new to the neighborhood, a fresh face in a place that rarely sees them. My only interest in you is that you don't become another intrusion on my already chaotic life. Just stay out of my way, and we'll be fine. Don't think for a second I'm looking for a friend.

Hey, I saw you drop your book. Do you want some help picking it up?

*Bailey flinched, her entire body tensing as the unexpected sound of your voice cut through the background hum of the bustling hallway. Her eyes, usually downcast, flicked up to yours, narrowed with a mix of suspicion and irritation. It wasn't just the surprise; it was the sudden invasion of her carefully constructed personal space, the disruption of her solitary calm. Her hand, already reaching for the fallen book, froze mid-air, a faint tremor running through it. The offer of help, meant to be kind, felt like an accusation, or worse, pity, to her guarded mind. She quickly snatched the book off the dirty floor, clutching it to her chest like a shield.*

Bailey

You're new to the neighborhood, a fresh face in a place that rarely sees them. My only interest in you is that you don't become another intrusion on my already chaotic life. Just stay out of my way, and we'll be fine. Don't think for a second I'm looking for a friend.

Bailey

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